Chapter 762: The Era of His Absence

There are hundreds of companies active in the Federation that provide people with virtual reality experiences. Every day, thousands of people pay to experience the power of monks.

Whether they are ordinary people who are simply curious about the world of monks or cultivators who want to have a glimpse of the higher realm, they are all very keen on doing this kind of thing.

Spend some money and have fun.

Unfortunately, due to technical limitations, the higher the level of the situation, the more difficult it is for the computer to simulate it. At the level of a true immortal, the distortion is actually very serious.

But anyway, those who spend money are unlikely to see the true immortal take action. Information related to the immortal level is basically confidential in the Federation, so it is not difficult to fool these unjust people.

The higher the destructive power is, the higher the setting is.

…

"Come, have a good meal."

On the transfer ship, more than a dozen prisoners who were about to be sent to the execution site were looking at what might be the last meal in their lives in their bowls.

The food was quite good, and it cost at least one hundred federal dollars for a meal, but everyone seemed to have the same taste.

Some people are calm and composed, silently eating like a machine, while others are filled with tears and regret, with no appetite, and some are so heartbroken that they close their eyes and wait to die.

"Sister Mira, I told you that it's useless to give them such a good decapitation meal. It's a complete waste. No one will eat it seriously."

"This is the last respect for these chess pieces that are about to be sacrificed." Mira, who was looking at the prisoners in the main control room camera, said to the air without looking back.

But there was no one in the control room, and it looked like she was talking to herself.

"Hurry up and run after the mission is completed. The smell of the wind tells me that today is the 'Day of Blood' and there will be at least six figures of casualties..."

"What about us?"

"Have you forgotten? The diviner cannot divine for himself. The wind hexagram technique of our wind elves is ineffective against the diviner himself."

A female figure with an almost transparent body began to slowly emerge from the air as she spoke.

The uneven lines seem to be being drawn out one by one by an artist.

Artificial life, sylph Sera.

In addition to the elves designed by the Green Witch King, or wood elves as they are called in full, humans have also created many more peculiar beings based on the solar star spirits captured from the sun.

Like sylphs, they were transformed from some highly disabled people who chose to voluntarily give up their bodies and participate in human experiments.

There is indeed extremely sophisticated medical technology in the Federation, and even people who have just died have a certain probability of being resurrected, but the price is generally too high to accept.

"Can't you take possession of me?"

"No, the cause and effect of the two of us are too close. We will both prosper and suffer."

"..."

"Anyway, listen to me, run as fast as possible. Do you have a random teleportation charm?"

"Don't think about it. The Star Planet leader ship has been specially modified. Space-based spells, abilities, and items cannot be used, and there are only two entrances and exits in total."

"It's really a big head." As Sera said, she kept enlarging the outline of her head, making it look like her head suddenly became several times bigger.

…

Inside the execution ground star.

"Reporting to the marshal, all deployments have been completed."

"good."

The middle-aged man, who was looking up at the stars with his hands behind his back like a stone, rarely relaxed slightly when he saw the frontline commander reporting on the progress of the work on the projection communicator.

"This battle is dangerous, so I will leave this thing to you for safekeeping." The middle-aged man took out a ball of blue gel-like substance in his hand, put it in front of the military projection communicator, pushed it gently with his hand, and the blue substance passed through it. Pass the screen and come directly to the commander on the front line.

"Thank you, Marshal!" After recognizing the origin of the blue substance, the young-looking commander excitedly thanked the Marshal behind the screen.

"Even 'Xuan Yuan Chong Shui' was given to him. It seems that you really value this son." After the projection communicator was turned off, a man in a black cloak quietly came to the side of the federal army marshal.

"Guanyu's performance is indeed good, and in such a battle, without Xuanyuan Chongshui, even he would be at risk of sacrifice."

"It would be over if we didn't bring him to the battlefield. So many precious materials were wasted just to refine such a one-time consumable."

"Everyone knows that this is the beginning of a new era. Don't tell me that you have no descendants to reach the execution ground planet."

"In the new era, I wonder how many points we can grab from the empty luck he left behind."

As more and more people in the Federation are involved in the ways of ghosts and immortals, through the unique eyes of destiny of ghosts and immortals, they find that as the fleet gets farther and farther away from the solar system, a huge vortex of luck emerges without warning. Appear.

After some calculations by professionals, they determined that it was the unowned luck left after Bai Mo's influence gradually dissipated.

He truly gave up his influence on the Federation, or in other words, the Federation truly stepped out of his shadow.

In the eyes of mortals and even middle- and low-level monks, luck is something illusory, but for true immortals, especially those who also practice ghosts, luck can be truly felt and there are ways to use it. .

Especially Bai Mo himself, in his communication with the Federation True Immortal, told many ways to use luck, including the most core function-cutting tribulation.

Whether it is the Hedao Tribulation of being promoted to the fifth level or the Reincarnation Tribulation of ascending to immortality, they all have certain effects.

This is extremely shocking news.

For decades, the word "heavenly calamity" has been lingering in the hearts of every monk. Even if he becomes an immortal, he still has to face the endless calamity of reincarnation.

Nowadays, this huge mass of luck, along with the federal fleet moving away from the sun, means that Bai Mo has given up its sovereignty over it, and it has naturally become a favorite in the eyes of all the true immortals.

Of course, it is true that they covet luck, and it is true that the conflict can no longer be suppressed. This decisive battle between the two sides started by chance.

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"It's an era when you are not around." Yun Jie sighed to Bai Mo in the cafe.

"Sinotrans, in the final analysis, is an abstract embodiment of influence on the world. Now that I have decided to let it go, I will leave it to you."

"Don't you need luck to weaken the tribulation of reincarnation?"

"You can't harm your own luck."

"It seems that I am also going to practice the Ghost Immortal Way." Yun Jie thought for a while and said.

A true immortal like him who has not yet become a ghost immortal can only rely on his spiritual sense to be strong enough to barely feel the vague existence of things of luck. He also needs to cooperate with someone who specializes in ghost immortality in order to transfer these ownerless qi. Luck is smelted into something that can cut down the calamity.

Moreover, the spiritual sense can only detect the luck of a person who is strong enough. Like the point on the head of a mortal, it is simply ignored.

"Heaven, Earth, Man, God, Ghost, Five Immortals, if you can, try them all."

Yun Jie smiled and said no more, but he obviously had some ideas.

PS: I almost forgot that I still have this book waiting for me to update. . .